I Grew Up Thinking There Was One

Many A Housewife Staring At The Back Of Her Husband's Newspaper, Or Listening To His Breathing In Bed Is Lonelier Than Any Spinster In A Rented Room.

The Drug Which Makes Sexuality Palatable In Popular Mythology.

We Live In A True Chaos Of Contradicting Authorities, An Age Of Conformism Without Community, Of Proximity Without Communication.

Mother Is The Dead Heart Of The Family Spending Father's Earnings On Consumer Goods To Enhance The Environment In Which He Eats, Sleeps, And Watches The Television.

Soccer Is An Art More Central To Our Culture Than Anything The Arts Council Deigns To Recognize.